FATEFUL ITALIAN PASSION (Book 1) (Veneziani Family Series) WARNING: This story includes very angsty relationships, psychological and explicit content. For 18+ readers only. A suspense-filled, dark romance set within the beautifully eternal backdrop of Rome, Italy is where two broken souls, Milano and Veronica, find one another. A journey of love and darkness entwined as they attempt to fill the void in their hearts. Will they heal their hearts or will they break them? Veronica, adopted by her aunt Henrietta in her early childhood, knows nothing about her biological parents and lives solely for her. After finishing her penultimate fourth year at the university, she craves an escape from her mundane, everyday life and from her so-called friends who were nothing but tormentors. Aunt Henrietta gifts her a much-needed vacation-a trip to Italy which promises to be her best holiday ever. When Veronica arrives in Rome, Italy, she meets the young Milano Veneziani, who seems like a kind man at first. She doesn't know anything about his dark past or present and what tomorrow promises, but it doesn't stop her from beginning a passionate affair with him, quickly realizing that she is falling in love. Will that passion burn her? Will it make her feel more alive than she has ever felt before? Or will she fall into the abyss of Milano's lust and be consumed by his darkness? Meet bad boy Milano and the strong and innocent Veronica. These two will immerse you in a world of shattered souls, broken hearts and the fiery emotions and ramifications of the realities of living with bipolar disorder. This is a dark billionaire romance story that will bring you to new emotional and sensual heights! Italian romance novels are always the best to ignite the human body! Dive into Milano and Veronica's colorful, fateful, and unforgettable obsession with each other. If you enjoy dark romance stories, this book series awaits you.

The raw thoughts of a discontented teen. To say I obsess about the past is an understatement. It takes a long time for me to wrap my head around a relationship after it ends. I'm sitting on the cold hard floor in the bathroom. It's 3:06 in the morning, everybody is asleep and I'm here trying to get through the isolation and depression stage of a breakup. To speed up the process I have my headsets plugged in and I'm listening to melancholy music which is what I normally do when I can't feel or when I've reached the point where I have run out of tears to shed. Call it manufactured grief or the fast food for my sadness.

Have you ever been in love with someone and prayed they would never find out.